Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Yesterday's agenda included a tour of the Anheuser-Busch Brewery. Although most of the tour group were ACI Convention attendees, a couple of locals were in the mix.

At one point a somewhat scruffy looking gentleman approached Marcia and me and started talking about "The Hill," the Italian section of St. Louis. He had all kinds of advice from how to get there to where to eat. Later in the hospitality room where we were enjoying a pomegranate-raspberry beer, he started talking to us again. (Side note: I am not a beer drinker, but the pomegranate-raspberry beer was pretty refreshing.)

After boarding the bus to return to our hotel, I looked up to see him coming down the aisle. I didn't think he looked like an engineer, but I decided he was part of our group after all.

"Where are those Alabama girls?" he asked.

Marcia and I meekly raised our hands. So here he comes with his gift shop bag and begins showering us with gifts--an umbrella, a coozie and a keychain flashlight. Turns out he was a brewery employee who decided to take the tour on his day off.

Guess there's something about us girls raised in the South. Must be the luscious lips or maybe it's just the accent.

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I am the mother of three boys and the grandmother of a grandson and two granddaughters. Throw in a husband, and for the longest time I was outnumbered. However, with two wonderful daughters-in-law and the newest granddaughter, the pink team has finally caught up.
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